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Ariel's passion
he was a prince. and Ariel was his slave.
this was the sole purpose of her creation, to serve him until
one of them passed to the realm of Thanatos.
she provided all of his needs…and desires. she fed him & bathed him,
she cleaned the messes that he constantly made. she attended with
great skill to the animal fevers that gripped him. she soothed his lust.
but she was not an uneducated servant. she was endowed with superior
intelligence, attained at the university that she attended, before she was
taken. the prince thrilled to her teachings like a wide-eyed boy when she
spoke of the journeys of the stars across the heavens, literature, poetry,
the songs of ancient minstrels.
she revered him as her master, &, although it was forbidden, she loved
him as a man. she did not debate nor question this emotion, she sincerely
embraced it. he was master of her heart.
one day as she bathed him, she stroked his hair tenderly. this was not
part of the normal regimen, & he admonished her sternly.
‘your hand must think it is not attached to a slave, but rather to a free
woman, stroking the hair of her lover. I could have you beaten, but how
would that profit me? you would be too weak to serve me. you might even
die, & that would be the waste of a moderately useful commodity. you
may worship me & adore me, but it would not be proper for you to love me,
or any man, as you do not have that right. since I want to be sure that you
understand, I will allow you, for this one moment, to speak freely.’
Ariel was on her knees, eyes cast downward, but in her mind she stood as tall
& defiant as a warrior, & spoke thusly:
‘I do worship & adore my master. I am honored that my master chose this
unworthy peasant as his slave. I perform the duties that my master grants in
his benevolence, & I do not complain. I would kiss the mouth of pig if my
master desired it.
I will kneel at your feet & bow to your authority. I will serve my master until I
am unable to rise from my deathbed. you may beat me, you may slay me, if
you desire. but, order me to renounce my love for you?
I will never obey that command!’
Published 1st Aug 2014
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1st Aug 2014 4:13am
Ahhh, JohnFeddeler, luv :-* ~
I do not want to like this one and yet I do. What have you wrought here with mighty pen?
You delve deeply and see keenly, brilliant sage.
I do not want to like this one and yet I do. What have you wrought here with mighty pen?
You delve deeply and see keenly, brilliant sage.
1st Aug 2014 5:05am
1st Aug 2014 5:34am
What a great imagination John
I love her!
I will kneel at your feet & bow to your authority. I will serve my master until I
am unable to rise from my deathbed. you may beat me, you may slay me, if
you desire. but, order me to renounce my love for you?
I will never obey that command!’
Excellent Pen dear John, I love this !
Jackie Xxxxx
I love her!
I will kneel at your feet & bow to your authority. I will serve my master until I
am unable to rise from my deathbed. you may beat me, you may slay me, if
you desire. but, order me to renounce my love for you?
I will never obey that command!’
Excellent Pen dear John, I love this !
Jackie Xxxxx
1st Aug 2014 6:52am
The stage painted well. Thank you for the front row seat to a spectacular written moment
1st Aug 2014 7:44am
"I will kneel at your feet & bow to
your authority. I will serve my master
until I am unable to rise from my deathbed.
you may beat me, you may slay me, if you desire. but, order me to
renounce my love for you?
I will never obey that command!’"
somehow touches a little close to home.
i echo Savaja... i don't want to like this but can't tear my eyes away, enthralled by the mastery of your pen, Mister Feddeler.
your authority. I will serve my master
until I am unable to rise from my deathbed.
you may beat me, you may slay me, if you desire. but, order me to
renounce my love for you?
I will never obey that command!’"
somehow touches a little close to home.
i echo Savaja... i don't want to like this but can't tear my eyes away, enthralled by the mastery of your pen, Mister Feddeler.
1st Aug 2014 9:40am
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1st Aug 2014 8:48pm
This was a pretty well crafted prose even though i was hoping for some twist in the end lol
..maybe 'cause i'm such a skeptic nowadays when it comes to devotional love but..
you did capture my attention John, you did :))
..maybe 'cause i'm such a skeptic nowadays when it comes to devotional love but..
you did capture my attention John, you did :))
1st Aug 2014 11:51pm
2nd Aug 2014 6:04am
Mr. Feddeler I am in total awe of the power of your pen. You such an artful craftsmen. I get so lost within your words each time I venture into your world
Belle
Belle
4th Aug 2014 1:38pm
This is a rigid stance. We place our flesh on the altar of sacrifice for the love risen up for a Master. It is powerful, the willingness of a servitor is empowering to no limitation. The images are stunning. You are a brilliant, ink Master!
4th Aug 2014 6:11pm
Brilliant write. You have a way with captivating the audience leaving us breathless with a standing ovation. Love how this write manipulated me to a time of stone walls and dirt floors, not sure why but it did.
5th Aug 2014 00:01am
this is one particullary special piece in yer quite unique collection of romance-stories..i always wait if you ever would might to write something about love-relationship of some androgyn chick with "normal" man/woman
22nd Aug 2014 6:22am
a special woman it takes to grasp the heart of a Master. You are a Master of words John. It shows in everything you pen.
